The Firmament Human Race would never be slaves; one palm strike would suffice to kill them

Gu Linglong glanced at the iron sword and was about to leave.

Suddenly, the distant clouds churned, and an overwhelmingly powerful pressure blanketed more than half the Imperial Capital.

Several figures slowly descended from within the clouds.

Every one of them was a peak True Immortal or even a Golden Immortal. Their strength placed them among the very strongest on Firmament Star.

Yet Gu Linglong and the others looked displeased at the sight of them.

"Tai Yunzi, Daoist Qingji, and Yue Wufang, what are you doing here?"

Any one of their names carried tremendous weight on Firmament Star.

Yet they had now gathered in the Imperial Capital. Knowing their dispositions all too well, Gu Linglong felt a trace of foreboding rise within her.

"Your Majesty, we heard you were forging a divine weapon to protect the nation, so we came specifically to have a look. But from the looks of things, you seem to have failed."

An old man looked at the rusty iron sword behind Gu Linglong, mockery flickering in his eyes.

His name was Tai Yunzi, and he had the highest cultivation of anyone present: sixth-grade Golden Immortal.

"Ha! A divine weapon to protect the nation? Nothing but a joke."

Daoist Qingji, who stood beside Tai Yunzi, was far less tactful and voiced his contempt outright.

Hearing their words, the war generals beside Gu Linglong immediately darkened.

"How dare you!"

The former Chaos Dao Lord, now the Chaos War General, stepped forward. Chaos Immortal Essence circulated within him and surged out to crush Tai Yunzi and the others.

Yet they seemed utterly unconcerned, raising their hands to shatter his Immortal Essence.

A handsome young man said disdainfully, "The Firmament Thirteen War Generals certainly have an impressive reputation. But right now, only the Chaos War General and War General